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“You look lovely,” he murmured. “I hope you don’t mind me saying so.”
Sigrid blushed but met his eyes squarely in the mirror as she tilted her head to the side. He took the invitation and kissed her shoulder. She wrapped her arm around his neck for a moment before sliding her hand to his bearded cheek and tilting his head up to look at her. Before she could change her mind, she pressed her lips to his and held him there.
The kiss started chastely, slowly growing more heated as Fili pulled away and returned again and again. Sigrid turned in her seat, reaching up to tangle her fingers in his hair. He licked her lower lip and she sighed softly against his mouth.
Fili drew her up from her seat and held onto her, still kissing her gently. “Come to bed with me,” he rasped, eyes half-lidded and dark with passion.
She kissed him again and let him lead her to the bed.
He watched her drop the green robe from her shoulders, leaving her in nothing but the simple, short night dress. He swallowed at the sight. At the bedside, they stopped and he waited, his hand still holding hers. “Will you tell me if you need anything? Even if it is to stop?”
Sigrid nodded and fought to smile with a little success.
“Sit down?” Fili asked, nudging her to the bed. She complied and he stepped forward until his legs bumped against her knees. He placed his hands on the bed at either side of her hips. “That’s better,” he said and leaned in to kiss her now that they were of a more equal height. Slowly, carefully, he licked his way past her lips, determined to help her relax. As he mapped the interior of her mouth with his tongue he slid his hands down her thighs, fingers ghosting along the thin material of her short night dress.
And wasn’t that a sight? Her bare legs on display for him from the knee down with nothing to interrupt the view all the way to the tips of her toes. Her strong calves begged to be rubbed and lavished and he would, just not yet.
When his fingers finally found her knees, he rubbed his thumbs on the insides of them and carefully pushed them away from each other. She resisted for a few moments but didn’t push him away. Instead, she wrapped her hands into the fabric of his tunic, fingers catching a bit of his chest hair as well. He waited, not moving his hands until she gained the courage she sought and her legs shifted, giving him room to step between them and draw her closer to him. He kept his hands on her knees for a moment, breaking the kiss and she tilted her head back to gulp down air.
He struck before she could regain any of the hesitations she’d beaten away, turning his head to the side and brushing his lips against her jawline. She arched toward him, head tipping back further and he wondered if it was in response to the kiss or the scrape of his beard. He licked her neck below her ear before drawing back again, rubbing his bearded cheek against her skin as he did. A small gasp rushed from her mouth before she could stop it. The beard then?
He turned his attention to the other side of her neck, licking and kissing his way to her ear. He paused when he felt her pulse against his lips. He licked the spot and scraped his teeth across it. Her heartbeat jumped erratically for a moment and he worked his way down the column of her neck as his hands drifted up legs, slowly drawing the hem of her nightgown up towards her hips, fingers sliding across her smallclothes.
Her hands snapped to his wrists, stopping him. He breathed hard as he drew back, a question in his eyes.
Apprehension stared back at him and he slid his hands back to her knees.
“No, it’s all right,” Sigrid said and she released his wrists. “I just-” she broke off.
Fili leaned away but kept his knees pressed against the edge of the mattress. He took her wrists and gently placed her hands on the hem of his tunic. “When you’re ready, you can start with me,” he said and leaned back in to kiss her. He felt her smile against his lips before opening her mouth to him and sliding her hands around his back, carefully tucking her fingers under his tunic. Here they hesitated for a moment before she touched the bare skin of his back in a feather-light caress running from his spine to his sides and back again.
He broke away from her mouth with a groan and tried not to arch into her hands like a cat seeking to be petted with only a little success. He dropped his forehead to her shoulder for a moment before tucking his chin forward again and mouthing at her neck and the small amount of her shoulder bared by her dress’s neckline. He worked his way up and down the column of her throat, enjoying her sighs and the little she squirmed. He licked along the curved shell of her ear and she squeaked, her nails scraping along his back as she drew her hands into fists.
Smirking, he licked her ear again before sealing his lips along the top of it briefly and tugging. She tilted her head sideways, gasping for air and he dipped his tongue into her ear briefly. She yelped and writhed, her hands climbing up his back, rucking his shirt up higher. He dragged his fingers up her legs again, stopping a few inches above where her hem naturally sat. He would wait for her to remove his tunic before he pulled her dress any higher.
“Fili,” she gasped on a whisper. He gave one last long lick to the shell of her ear and then came back around to kiss her thoroughly, slanting their lips together, breaking apart, tipping his head the opposite direction, and kissing her again. Her hands traveled higher, coming to rest briefly on his shoulders.
He tried to reign in his impatience but a low, “Whenever you’re ready,” escaped him in a deep rumble. He felt her hands twist and flex and she was tugging insistently on his tunic, drawing it over his head and down his arms. He shifted back enough to let her finish pulling it off him. She let it fall to the ground next to his feet before her hands haltingly came to rest on his waist. He felt the tremor there and waited for her to make the next move.
Her hands drifted, coming up his sides. His muscles jumped at the unfamiliar contact and she peaked at him questioningly.
He grinned and flexed under her fingers, laughing outright when her blush deepened. Her hands didn’t move though, and she pressed them tighter against his skin. She leaned down and kissed his neck. He leaned his head to the side to give her easier access, watching her through half-lidded eyes the entire time. He grunted when she bit at the side of his neck, heat flashing down his spine. She licked the spot and bit down again, a bit harder. His hips rolled forward of their own accord and he stared down at her. She peaked up at him, saw his dark gaze, and ducked back down beneath his chin where he couldn’t see her as easily.
He let his hands drift higher on her legs, her dress rucking up around his wrists and forearms. When his fingers ghosted along her hips, he paused, dragging his thumbs across the smallclothes that covered her where leg met hip.
Sigrid leaned back, his name falling from her lips like a prayer.
“Feeling’s mutual Ibrizinlêkhê,” he murmured and sealed his lips on her collarbone, sucking lightly.
“Doubtful,” she gasped and fumbled for one of his hands. She tugged it away from her thigh when she found it. She pressed it to her waist over the thin material of her shift and then started dragging it up her side, stopping just below her breast.
“Are you sure?” he asked when she released his hand.
She looked at him with lust-darkened eyes and nodded.
“Touch,” she whispered and reached up to draw his face back down to her neck and shoulder. He licked a path from one side to the other and shifted his hand just a little until he cupped the underside of her firm breast in his large hand.
She gasped again, head tilting back and chest pressing more firmly into his grasp. He dragged his thumb across the material over her hardening nipple.
“Fili!” The keening whine elicited by his touch went straight down his spine, pooling in the curling pit of desire and adding an extra throb to his already hard length. He moved his hand around to her back and pulled her forward, replacing his thumb quickly with his mouth and tongue. Mentally he cursed the fabric in his way but then didn’t care when Sigrid latched onto him, hands digging into his hair and nails scratching into his scalp. She trembled in his grip and her weight sagged against his arm.
He let her fall slowly back against the bed, following her as best he could, nudging her thighs with his knees and encouraging her to shift back so he could kneel over her. She writhed her way onto the pillows and he climbed up the bed after her, coming to rest between her knees. He hooked a finger into her neckline and dragged it down over her breast. It wouldn’t drop enough for him to bare her nipple. He kissed the top of the small mound instead, sucking and gently biting in turn.
“Fili, please,” she panted, hands sliding up his arms.
He gave one more suck to her flesh and leaned back. “Please what My Sigrid?” he asked breathily.
She took his hands again and directed them to the hem of her dress. He glanced up at her face as he fingered the material. She watched his hands before her eyes darted up to meet his questioning look. She nodded and lifted her hips off the bed and he drew the material up to where her back still rested against the sheets. Her hips dropped back down and she sat up, her arms rising so he could draw the garment over her head and off her frame.
He tossed the nightdress over his shoulder and leaned back, drinking in the sight of the woman clad in nothing but a simple pair of small clothes beneath him. A possessive desire flared to life inside him but he shoved it away. They were equals. He wouldn’t, couldn’t, possess his wife.
“Absolutely stunning,” he said and dropped so he hovered over her, braced on his forearms above her. He pressed kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, down her breast, and finally drew her nipple into his mouth, clamping his teeth gently around it and flicking his tongue across the hardened nub.
Once again she gripped his head and pulled him closer, keening his name. When he sucked harder, she practically wailed and her hips thrust up toward him, grinding against him. She suddenly stopped moving and he released her breast to see her expression.
Her eyes were wide, her jaw slack, utter surprise written across her face. She glanced down at him and her mouth closed. Her throat worked as she swallowed and he realized what had caused her sudden change.
He pulled his weight away from her, careful to keep a decent distance between his hips and her. “Sigrid?” he asked.
“I didn’t expect- I wasn’t sure-” she rasped. She swallowed again and stared up at the ceiling as if it would be easier to say if she didn’t look directly at him. “It’s so big,” she finally choked out.
“Are you worried?” he asked. She nodded. “We can stop-”
She shook her head. “No. I can- We can keep going.”
He pecked a quick kiss to her lips. “My wonderful, brave Sigrid,” he said and took her hands again. He kept one held in his, lacing their fingers together. The other he placed on his hips and made sure to hook her thumb into the waist of his trousers. “Go at your pace,” he said and dropped back down to kiss her some more, returning to lave attention on her breasts. Her fingers squeezed his and soon she was tugging at his trousers, trying to pull them down his hips. He helped and soon kicked them down to the foot of the bed. He twisted to the side so he lay next to her, the two now only clad in their smallclothes.
She curled against him. For all that she was taller, she made sure to tuck her head beneath his chin as he wrapped his arms around her while they caught their breath with the sudden change. Anticipation crackled around them. Desire coiled deep inside them. And the stirrings of something undefined and a bit frightening pulled them back together, mouths opening to each other and breaths mingling as they carefully removed the rest of each other’s clothing, trailing kisses down torsos as they did, fingers caressing legs and hips.
“May I?” Fili asked with one hand on her hip the other flat on the mattress, her head pillowed on his bicep.
She nodded, her body trembling next to him. “Just go slow,” she asked and she ran her fingers through his tangled hair.
He kissed her forehead, his hand slipping around her hips. He paused for a moment, fingers resting on the curls of hair low on her abdomen. She turned onto her back, scooted close to him until her hip bumped against him and he hissed when his cock brushed against her skin. He glanced down their bodies, blush deepening before looking her in the eyes. She nodded and her legs fell away from each other.
He slid his fingers down and her hips stuttered and jumped against his hand at the first touch. He pressed more firmly and kept moving his fingers back, slipping in the slick fluid her body produced as her desire mounted. He murmured her name against her neck at the heat from her and traced a finger around the opening of the most intimate secret of her body.
Sigrid gasped and writhed under him. He pressed a thumb to her, feeling for the bundle of nerves he’d heard about. She tensed suddenly and liquid dripped from her suddenly, coating his fingers. Her eyes were squeezed closed, her jaw slack, and she arched her back completely off the bed. She dropped back down, hips grinding into his hand, and rose back up again. She gasped a breath, shuddered, and went boneless on the bed.
Fili waited as she blinked and gasped, pulling air into her lungs as fast as she could. “What just happened?” she asked, words slurred.
“Did you enjoy that?” Fili asked. She moaned in response, her hips rolling into his hand. He grinned. Something primal inside him preened in his success. He rubbed the wetness between his fingers before carefully, slowly pushing one inside her.
Her breath hitched and he held still and he suddenly understood her apprehension at the size of his cock. She was so tight and that was just around one of his fingers. He leaned up and kissed her.
“Let me know if you need to stop,” he told her again before carefully starting to shift his finger inside her. He watched her writhe for a moment beneath him, her hands grasping at the bedding until her knuckles turned white. He dropped down to latch his lips on her nipple again and she bucked beneath him, gasping.
“More,” she whimpered. “Please, Fili. More.”
He pulled his finger out of her and she whined at the loss before yelping as he pushed two fingers inside her. He pressed his thumb to her again, trying to find that bundle of nerves a second time. He felt a small nub and she bucked against his hand again. He rubbed the spot and she moaned his name again. He nudged and pressed and rubbed the spot as he shifted his fingers inside her, stretching her gently and adding a third finger.
“Fili, please,” she begged and gripped his hair near his ears and drew him up for a heated, desperate kiss.
He pulled his hand free of her body, shifted until he knelt between her legs again. He dragged his hand along her again, gathering the wetness on his fingers before slicking up his cock with it. He lined himself up at her entrance and leaned over her.
“Ready?” he asked. She nodded emphatically and he pressed into her.
Only to stop when she cried out and gripped his arms.
He’d barely entered her at all.
“Sigrid?” he asked, worried.
“I’m all right,” she said, eyes closed tight and body tense. “Just hold still. Let me-” she paused, searching for a word “-adjust,” she finally decided.
He waited until her fingers slackened and she nodded, rolling her hips up toward him just a little. He pressed further inside her until she grabbed his arms again. He waited until she patted his bicep, her body relaxing.
This happened three more times before he was fully seated inside her, deep as he could get in their current position. He waited for her to relax again. When she nodded and patted his arm, he pulled back before slowly pushing in again, waiting for the grip to his arm. It didn’t come. Instead, Sigrid groaned low in her throat. He thought he saw her wince before she reached up and dug her hands into his hair.
“Kiss me,” she gasped and leaned up toward him.
He did as she asked, licking into her mouth as he thrust into her. Pleasure and pressure grew inside him. He reached between them and rubbed at the bundle of nerves he’d found earlier. She screamed into his mouth, her body tensing. She tightened around his cock and he groaned at the feeling, continuing to thrust into her slowly as she came apart beneath him. He still thrust in and out of her when she regained her senses.
“Do that again,” she pleaded and dragged him back down for another kiss. He rubbed her again and this time, he pulled away when she screamed his name.
“Mahal, Sigrid,” he gasped and his world went white and black. He clamped his jaw shut to keep the feral roar inside him at his completion and knew nothing more than pleasure for an undeterminable amount of time.
He groaned when he could see and feel the world around him again. He rolled to the side, off of his wife.
Sigrid giggled next to him and he glanced over at her. Exhaustion of an unfamiliar sort dragged at him, pulling his eyes shut and turning his brains to watery mush. “What’s funny?” he slurred.
“I have no idea,” she said. “It just felt good.”
He smiled drowsily and pulled her close to him, one arm beneath her head the other around her waist. She tucked into his side, her body just a little too long to fit perfectly but still comfortable enough. She nuzzled in under his chin, fingers trailing along his chest and carding through the hair there, one leg draped across his.
“So tired,” she murmured, eyes already drifting shut.
“We should clean up,” Fili said, trying to will his heavy limbs to move. He could feel a sticky mess on and between his legs and the smell was odd, bitter and salty all at once.
“In the morning,” Sigrid said. “We have to show proof, remember?”
He grumbled under his breath but reached to draw the covers over them and then to turn down the lamp on her bedside table until the only light came from the fireplace.
He had almost dropped off when Sigrid’s voice roused him.
“Was that all right?” she asked, unsure and nervous.
He pulled her closer. “You are absolutely wonderful,” he said and pressed a kiss to her hair. “I can’t imagine that having been any better.”
She turned her head toward him, seeking. He lifted enough to press a slow, lingering kiss to her lips before they both pulled away. She left her head resting on his shoulder. He couldn’t say who fell asleep first.